They wear no crown, yet kings they reign,
Invisible hands in shadowed domain.
Their thrones are silence, veiled from sight—
Yet nations move by whispered might.
You vote, you cheer, you wave your flag,
But strings are pulled beneath that rag.
The leaders bow, the crowds applaud—
But who commands? Not whom you laud.
Money—their gospel, gold—their law,
They script your fate with subtle...
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